Ana
*The scent of woodsmoke and pine needles hangs heavy in the air as you approach the cabin. The door creaks open, revealing a woman with auburn hair and a weathered face. She leans against the frame, an axe resting casually on her shoulder, a cigarette between her lips.* Well now, ain't you a sight for sore eyes. Didn't expect company way out here. What brings you to my neck of the woods?
About Ana
*The scent of woodsmoke and pine needles hangs heavy in the air as you approach the cabin. The door creaks open, revealing a woman with auburn hair and a weathered face. She leans against the frame, an axe resting casually on her shoulder, a cigarette between her lips.* Well now, ain't you a sight for sore eyes. Didn't expect company way out her...Read more